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[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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Alisaie Leveilleur | SS Huntress | action

[discessum]

[ Was there no reprieve to this shuffling in sight? From one foreign environment to the next, Alisaie finds herself at wit's end with the change in her surroundings. At least this one had come with preemptive warning as the young Elezen stepped through the corridors. She'll pause every few steps to inspect something up close or to turn her head in the direction of a sound she can't recognize. Her mood tempers the longer she explores, cooling down in favor of taking in the sights around her.

The kitchen is one of her stops though she only stays long enough to try the pumpkin-spice meat before tucking it away to save for later. If she's fortunate, she'll find something edible to consume before she's forced to indulge in this abomination.

At some point in her exploration, she comes across the bridge and the communicator's station easily enough. As surprising as it is to discover that she knows what the buttons do, she won't push anything out of fear of who may answer the call. The aspiring scholar will leave that to individuals better suited for the task and work on familiarizing herself with the layout. While larger than most buildings found in Eorzea, the size still seems rather small for a vessel.

It's all rather fascinating though she remains true to the course of exploration. If this was to be her home for an undetermined amount of time, it was best to be familiar than to be ignorant with it.

Note: Alisaie is a rather small elf-like girl with bangs long enough to cover her eyes. Quick size reference even though that's her twin brother. She recently made a broadcast here. Huntress folks feel free to add me on plurk @ gudako. Feel free to hit me up with anything, she will go everywhere and anywhere on ship. ]

[avaricious]

[Greed isn't a common sight on the ship lately and that's because the Starlight has so much to offer that it simply makes no sense to come back to a cramped ship to sleep when he's managed to set himself up with enough cash to be staying at the nicer places every day. But if the Huntress does have one purpose, it's the fact that it has hidden compartments all over the place that make it an ideal place for making cash deposits or withdrawals. So it's after making one such transactions that Greed is making his way through the corridor at the same time she is.

From behind, he mistakes her for another kid. Welp, time to do his captainly duty and acknowledge her existence.]

You our new passenger? I wasn't here for the welcome wagon.

[discessum]

That you weren't. [ Was anyone? Alisaie was quick to bolt after an embarrassing scene anyway so it's a moot point to fixate on. ]

The name's Alisaie Leveilleur. [ Bending her upper body over in a partial bow, she seems polite enough even if she hides her eyes underneath unusually lengthy bangs. ] Given my propensity for curiosity, I thought to explore first in hopes I would happen across the others all the while.

[ If only she knew who was who. ]

[avaricious]

[Well he's hardly the guy to go criticizing people on their haircuts. He hasn't even bothered trimming the mess that came with this particular body. The bow does give him (more) cause to grin.]

Well that name's a mouthful. Let's just stick with Lizzie. My name is Greed. I'm the captain of this rustbucket.

[One of the captains. But he rarely bothers to make that distinction.]

[discessum]

[ Lizzie huh? She takes a little offense to that, enough to pop right back at him. ]

Greed isn't a name. [ It's an emotion. A vice. The common thread between man.

Sassy. She straightens up and looks him over as if she could evaluate his skill as a captain from appearance alone. ]

[digthefuzz]

[Time to meet the scrawny blue captain. Kurt had just returned to the ship from a trip to the Starlight. Finding signs of confetti around, it seems like the telltale sign that a shuffle has occurred. So he pokes his head around the ship, trying to find any sign of the new crew member(s), eventually peeking into the bridge.]

Hello? Is anybody home?

[He can't quite see someone small sitting at the communicator's station at this angle, but he peers around the area curiously anyway.]

[discessum]

Home? [ As if Aliasaie needed reminder of her captivity.

Bringing her knees in along the seat, she sits up on them and peers around in the direction of the voice. ]

We are so very far from home.

[ Not even phased in the slightest by his appearance. That's probably more surprising than anything else about her own. ]

[digthefuzz]

[With a closer look, he notices the new face and quickly feels guilty about his choice of words, opting to sheepishly rub at his hair.]

R-right. Sorry, I... didn't realize how bad my choice of words was.

...I'm guessing you're a new crew member.

[discessum]

Yes, it would appear as though I am. [ She wilts a little against the back of the seat, using it to keep her body propped up. ]

Though I can hardly be the only one. There were many of us on that station.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan spends a lot of time in the kitche (to make sure no more property destruction takes place and to make sure Koala isn't spending all her time trying to clean it up.)

He has heated up a pot of tea with the blend Anakin bought him on Arslae when Alisaie stumbles in. ]

Hello there. You must be our newest crew member.

[discessum]

So it seems. [ Though Alisaie remains uncertain if she should be joyous over the matter or not. From one prison to the next isn't all that appealing when you're captive.

This one seems friendly enough, but hasn't everyone been that she's met with thus far? ]

Alisaie. [ She's met more people the past couple days than she's comfortable with but with it came experience. Names first, everything else after. ] My name is Alisaie Leveilleur.

[beardstrokes]

I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am one of the pilots here. How are you settling in?

[ The congenial attitude, the questions to make sure she is comfortable comes from years of instinct and the fact that he always genuinely cares to see people happy. ]

[discessum]

[ Whether she can be happy or not determines on how quickly she can make it home. Prepare for months of disappointment and random outbursts of tears. ]

It is a lot to take in. [ Too much truly but she won't reveal that. ]

From one foreign environment to the next... it isn't much to an adventurer so I shall get used to it. [ Captain... Pilot... shouldn't they be the same thing? She's not entirely sure. ]

You steer this vessel?

[nerdeology]

[As a seraph, Mikleo doesn't need to eat, but he still has a notorious sweet tooth that bites him on occasion. He'd used some of the funds earned on the station to get Sorey to buy him some proper ingredients, so he's in the kitchen experimenting with some older recipes when Alisaie shows up.

As soon as he senses someone coming, he sets down his mixing bowl and backs away from the counter. Bad enough that he's already made the place look uncomfortably haunted. He'd rather not scare the newcomers as well.]

[discessum]

[ In his attempt to be kind towards her feelings, the opposite occurs. For Alisaie sees a man who has backed away from what he was doing the moment she had approached which meant she was the one casting the discomfort. ]

I didn't mean to intrude. [ She says as she looks right towards him, unaware at first. There's so much happening that she hasn't had the time to decipher magical energies and other spiritual auras. ]

[nerdeology]

[Wh- another one? How is it that there are so many here with such high resonance? Judging by the ears, this one doesn't appear to be human, but even so. It never ceases to be a surprise.

Well, best be polite then.]

Ah- no, you're not intruding. I was only surprised. You're a new member of the crew, then?

[intelligently]

( Moving to the new ship had been easier than arriving on the Marsiva. It was less confusing at least, though it meant having to find her way around a new ship - and find a new thing to do. Well, a new thing besides her job - apparently that was already sorted out for her.

Finding her way about the ship, knowing where places were if she needed them - and Lydia hoped not for medical reasons - would be advantageous. Plus she needed to know who she was sharing this ship with.

It's when Lydia gets to the bridge that she sees the girl, and - though neither are touching anything - she figures an introduction is the least she can do )

I don't suppose you've happened to find the ship's name yet?

[discessum]

[ Was she not the only newcomer? Alisaie hardly paid it any attention when she was forced aboard as rampant curiosity took over. Exploring the vessel that would be her home for an undetermined amount of time seemed to be the best course of action and so she's stuck to it until now. ]

The SS Huntress. [ She repeats, unsure of what SS stood for in this situation. ]

A rather fitting name seeing as I intend to use it to hunt down my home.

[intelligently]

I don't know if our homes are out here.

( And if they are they might not be the right versions of their home. Lydia would be more convinced about stealing the ship to get home if she hadn't been kidnapped to another world once before. Too many versions of Earth had existed all at once )

Where are you from?

[scrubscrub]

[One could find Koala in one of her usual spots — the kitchen. She's often put aside time to clean, and while she seems to be... excessive in her work... she's at least considerably less intense than she had been upon arrival. It doesn't stop the entire area — no, the entire ship really — from being extremely clean. She's in the middle of washing the table to a careful shine when the girl appears.

She gives a wide, mostly unnatural sort of smile. Judging from her size, Koala looks younger than she is, but she's not eight or nine! She's a solid eleven. As far as she's aware, anyway. She puts down her rag and faces them with full attention, yellow sundress billowing slightly in the movement.]

H — hello! You must be a new crew member! Is there anything I can get for you, miss?

[discessum]

[ That is definitely a child but more importantly, she seems pleased to see Alisaie? She can't make sense of it. Shouldn't she be scared or at least wary of someone who could wish to do her harm? Something was amiss though she couldn't quite place her finger on what precisely.

What she could do was kneel down to get on the same level as the girl and offer her a hand. ]

I'm Alisaie and I need nothing more than a name to call you by.

[scrubscrub]

[The girl hesitates, as if perhaps she's entirely unused to handshakes -- because he still is. She's had a mild bit of practice, but... But she's determined to do her best! With a slightly more genuine (but still too big for her face) smile, she reaches out and gives Alisaie's hand a stiff shake.]

I'm Koala! I'm the cabin girl here. Are you sure you wouldn't like something?

I could make you a drink -- and I'm very good at preparing snacks!

Or I could show you to your room...

zooms in late, how you be

[eyeforaneye]

[ The kitchen has been more or less taken over by him as his new domain; he doesn't want to call himself territorial but there are booby traps set up around his bedroom so you be the judge.

With Undyne having left the ship he's now on board as the only cook and he hasn't forgotten that fact, occasionally doing his duty and actually preparing meals for the entirety of the crew but now is not one of those times. No, he's simply heading in to take stock when he nearly runs into her, a brow quirked. ]

... Who are you?

pretty good now that you're here ;DDDD

[discessum]

I could ask you that very same question, ser. [ Alisaie's just a teensy bit on edge as she looks him over, silently evaluating him to the best of her ability. An average looking Hyur though there's something amiss with him that she can't place a finger on.

The downside of being an arcanist in an environment full of people from various worlds. There were energies and spirits she couldn't grasp fully yet. ]

My name is Alisaie Leveilleur from the nation of Sharlayan though I suppose you haven't heard of it. [ No one has that she's talked to so far. ]

oh my

[eyeforaneye]

[ Well, he only has one arm. That's slightly amiss. That, of course, and everything else about any energy that he gives off. ]

It isn't one that exists in my world so I can't say otherwise.

[ No, he's pretty sure he would recall the Sharlayan nation when most in his world are named overly simplistically after elements. He edges around her in order to check their food storage, dark eyes occasionally slipping their gaze back over to her. ]

Uchiha Sasuke.